Just poured a glass of Pinot Noir about 30 mins or so ago, and hadn’t noticed the fly that had been buzzing around all day had been quiet. If I had, I wouldn’t have felt, what I thought was a huge piece of cork I had somehow missed at first. But then, when spitting out the wine and pulling the “cork” from the tip of my tongue revealed little Seth Brundle, I flicked it’s disgusting, half-dead body across my TV table and proceeded to freak out.
I’m calmer now, but still eek’d out. I could use some stories about others who have or almost swallowed vermin in their drink/food.
In Vietnam, I ate an entire plate of sauteed larvae for lunch. That was just the one time I knew about the ingredients, there were probably many others.
See, somehow larvae doesn’t seem as gross as a housefly to me. I’ve had several kinds of insects (cicada, ants, grasshopper, worms), but a housefly somehow grosses me out.
I’m always glad when the weather turns cooler, and all the little fruit flies that somehow find their way through my screens and put in an appearance in my evening glass of wine disappear. With white wine, they’re easy to spot and fish out before sipping. With reds, not so much. I’ve swallowed my fair share.
I try not to think about it too much.
Can’t say I’ve ever swallowed a full sized fly, though. That I know about.
It better not have. Though I wringed him out over my glass to be sure.
You Oughta Know that All I Really Want is to drank mah wine in peace!
It was a huge house fly, too. I’m still watching it flicker as it’s on its back, dying, hopefully.
And I tell you it was very close. I really thought it was a piece of cork, but the sheer size made me think twice and reach for the foreign object, where upon I flipped out and reacted with lightning-quick disgust.
An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman walk into a bar and order a pint. As they are sitting at the bar enjoying their drinks, a fly lands in the Englishman’s glass. The Englishman looks at it, frowns, and pushes his glass away. Next, a fly lands in the Irishman’s glass. He looks at it, shrugs, picks the fly out and flicks it away, and continues drinking. Next, a fly lands in the Scotsman’s glass. He looks at it, picks the fly out, then holds it over the glass and yells “Spit it out! Spit it out ya bastard!”
Thank you, I’ll be here all week.
When I was in grad school, our housing was incredibly infested with roaches (so was my undergrad housing, for that matter). We were pretty much on a first-name basis, and no amount of cleaning, spraying, putting down bug powder or roach traps appeared to affect their numbers in the slightest. But I didn’t freak out until one day, while watching TV I reached over for my drink and found a roach floating in it.
I didn’t drink it, mind, but I was flabbergasted that it was in there. The drink was sitting directly under a lamp, which was somewhat deliberate – roaches tend to avoid the light, so I thought it’d be safe. The only thing I can figure is that the roach dropped in there from the lamp.
Drinking a cup of tea, in a backpacker’s in Australia, got to the last bit, and there was a spider about the size of the bottom of the cup in there, which I noticed when my tea seemed wigglier than normal, and spat it out.
Thankfully, despite it being an Aussie spider, I didn’t die. I washed the cup out before I made the tea (never just take a cup from the cupboard in a backpackers and fill it blindly), and I didn’t see anything fall in, so I don’t know how it sneaked in.
I was at a friends place one time, drinking a rather strong Bloody Mary. I noticed some tiny, uniform, white specks against the redness of the tomato juice as I was drinking. A few sips later, I noticed the dead fly at the bottom of the glass. Apparently mama fly had died in my Bloody Mary and released a bunch of tiny maggots into my drink. My friends just about died and reverted to being 6 years old, implying I had maggot cooties.
